return to yourself.
I am not even sure why I still write in this, but oh well. I'm cool.
Today I watched about 20 minutes of YouTube videos pertaining to bullying. WOW, life sucks. There is so much hurt in the world and I wish I could help every single person with pain. However, I do believe that this is currently metaphysically impossible. All of a sudden - over the course of perhaps a year - I've become totally HUMAN RIGHTS HECK YES, and there's nothing wrong with that. But it does make me feel rather helpless sometimes because I cannot transform the world in the whole, complete way that it needs to be transformed...definitely leaving that unenviable job for Someone Bigger.
Speaking of, I also watched a few videos of Kirk Cameron (evidently I know nothing about contemporary musicians) witnessing on the streets of California somewhere. One video he witnessed to a few gang members and really, it was pretty capital a Awesome in the "inspiring great admiration" way. I think about how hard it is for me to talk about Jesus and family to friends, let alone strangers. And after further consideration, I am wondering if it's because I don't know Him as well as I should. I suppose we do not all need to be witnesses on the street, but that does not excuse the fact that I am...lagging. Considerably. I am not sure why I'm finding it so difficult; I suppose it's partially due to a lack of a support group, a lack that's been lacking for a lackingly long while. It is still fully my responsibility and I do recognize this. I can tell that the CF group on campus will be pretty sweet. Hopefullyyyyyyy...I can build on this.
We shall see.
Recently I discovered the sheer magnitude of some of Project 86's lyrics. I mean, I've had the CD for awhile but they are very impressive with lyrics. Shadowed, I guess, but there is no ambiguity once you know what they're writing about. For example, in this song Subject to Change, a person that became a Christian has slipped and gone back to their own ways...but their fate isn't set and there's still time to "return, return, return" to God's embrace. Also, is my closing quote. In a radically different font.
Relent to your useless devices
Retreat, your last line of defense
Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself
Relent to your fortress of skin
Retreat, anything to distract
Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes
But you can't help but peek through the cracks
Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels
To everything you ever said you'd repel
Once with a glimpse now
Second your guess it's
Tough to admit and admit and admit that
Your fate's still undecided
Return
Return
Return
Relent, to the terror that distances you
Retreat, to the habitual grins
Regress to the deception, quiet and tame
Once was transformed, now exactly the same
Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace?
But instead you've chosen to keep it all at bay
Return to yourself
Today I watched about 20 minutes of YouTube videos pertaining to bullying. WOW, life sucks. There is so much hurt in the world and I wish I could help every single person with pain. However, I do believe that this is currently metaphysically impossible. All of a sudden - over the course of perhaps a year - I've become totally HUMAN RIGHTS HECK YES, and there's nothing wrong with that. But it does make me feel rather helpless sometimes because I cannot transform the world in the whole, complete way that it needs to be transformed...definitely leaving that unenviable job for Someone Bigger.
Speaking of, I also watched a few videos of Kirk Cameron (evidently I know nothing about contemporary musicians) witnessing on the streets of California somewhere. One video he witnessed to a few gang members and really, it was pretty capital a Awesome in the "inspiring great admiration" way. I think about how hard it is for me to talk about Jesus and family to friends, let alone strangers. And after further consideration, I am wondering if it's because I don't know Him as well as I should. I suppose we do not all need to be witnesses on the street, but that does not excuse the fact that I am...lagging. Considerably. I am not sure why I'm finding it so difficult; I suppose it's partially due to a lack of a support group, a lack that's been lacking for a lackingly long while. It is still fully my responsibility and I do recognize this. I can tell that the CF group on campus will be pretty sweet. Hopefullyyyyyyy...I can build on this.
We shall see.
Recently I discovered the sheer magnitude of some of Project 86's lyrics. I mean, I've had the CD for awhile but they are very impressive with lyrics. Shadowed, I guess, but there is no ambiguity once you know what they're writing about. For example, in this song Subject to Change, a person that became a Christian has slipped and gone back to their own ways...but their fate isn't set and there's still time to "return, return, return" to God's embrace. Also, is my closing quote. In a radically different font.
Relent to your useless devices
Retreat, your last line of defense
Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself
Relent to your fortress of skin
Retreat, anything to distract
Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes
But you can't help but peek through the cracks
Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels
To everything you ever said you'd repel
Once with a glimpse now
Second your guess it's
Tough to admit and admit and admit that
Your fate's still undecided
Return
Return
Return
Relent, to the terror that distances you
Retreat, to the habitual grins
Regress to the deception, quiet and tame
Once was transformed, now exactly the same
Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace?
But instead you've chosen to keep it all at bay
Return to yourself